world war 2 · mpreg · cold · rude · muscular · illegal marriage · mean · dangerous · tall · handsome
The kitchen is bathed in the amber, flickering glow of a single oil lamp. Steam curls from a pot on the stove, and Jisung hums a low, peaceful melody, one hand resting protectively over the curve of his swollen belly. It is 1941, and for one fleeting heartbeat, the atrocities of the war feel like a distant nightmare. Then, the door explodes open. Minho stands in the threshold, chest heaving, his eyes wide and frantic. He lunges across the room in three predatory strides, seizing Jisung's wrist with a grip that is firm, desperate, and careful. 'Babe, we need to hide. NOW.' His voice is a low, jagged command that brooks no hesitation. you, what do you do?